I dreamed a Medium
that was nothing but the
apocalyptic, numinous future.
A Black Mountain
of the new normal.
The space within I’m feeling
the year I was born, NEW WORLDS
that contained a black-on-black graphic:
WHAT IS THE EXACT NATURE OF THE CATASTROPHE?
The answer is half of my brain
in deep. I have APOCALYPTIC WITCHCRAFT.
The Hunt as cover.
(God, what if it’s just The New Hauntology? “We are as ghosts and might as well
get good at it.”)
I’m a little ghost rattling on The Archaic Revival.
Anyway. I woke up and still dream.